To be honest, Harry was used to it, and people were always staring at him curiously when they first saw him.

At the same time, they were used to it, and they immediately turned their eyes to the scar on his forehead.

Fortunately, Mr. Diggory was very measured, and just glanced at it, and then looked away.

"Of course, Seid talked about you."

"He told us about last year's game against you...... Say you're a very brave opponent, a real Gryffindor.

Of course, he's not bad, at least he can stay on the broomstick. ”

Harry didn't know what to say, so he smiled awkwardly, while George and Fred frowned.

"Daddy!" Cedric Diggory shouted.

"Harry fell off his broomstick, but he won the race." He muttered quietly, "I told you this." ”

"yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Mr. Diggory said in a cordial and loud voice, patting his son on the back, "Our Seider has always been so modest and always gentlemanly......"

"Alright, the time is almost up," Mr. Wesley quickly interrupted their chat, pulling out his pocket watch and looking at it again, "do you know who we have to wait for, Amos?" ”

"No, the Lovegoods arrived there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory, "and there are no other wizards in this area, are they?" ”

"As far as I know, no." Mr. Wesley said, "All right, there's still a minute...... We should all be in place......"

At Mr. Wesley's instruction, Clark and the others huddled together with difficulty, gathered around the old boot that Amos Diggory was holding, and stretched out a finger to press on it.

"Three......" Mr. Wesley whispered with one eye on his pocket watch, "two...... One ......"

It was as if a hook had been pulled over Clarke's navel, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew with an unstoppable momentum.

Like him, all the people present who had touched the portkey were around him, shoulder to shoulder.

And just like that, they sped forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly, and Harry even screamed nervously.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, his feet hit the ground hard, Hermione staggered and stumbled into him, and Harry fell right in front of him.

"Five and seven o'clock, from Weasel Mountain." A hoarse voice rang in their ears.

When Clark looked up, he saw two exhausted and gloomy wizards standing in front of him.

One of them was holding a large gold watch, the other holding a pen and paper, dressed in nondescript Muggle costumes.

"Hey, good morning, Basil." Wes said hello, picked up the boot, and handed it to the wizard named Basil.

The man tossed it into a large box beside him, which was already full of used portkeys, and began to help them find the location of the camp.

"Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is...... Wesley...... Wesley ......," Basil searched the parchment list, "and walked about a quarter of a mile, and the first camp in front of us was." The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory ...... You're in the second camp...... Find Mr. Payne. ”

"Thank you, Basil." Mr. Wesley hurriedly beckoned everyone to come with him, because in the open space not far away, another group of people had teleported.

It was only then that Clark began to look at the place where he had descended.

Around them, a milky white mist filled the air, barely visible under the thick fog, except for a few low bushes that occasionally showed a little foliage, looking like a barren swamp, terrifying and eerie, a place where Muggles would never come.

"Well, it's a lot of work to organize," said Mr. Wesley, sighing as he led them through the swamp, "It's been a long time since the British Ministry of Magic has organized such a big event, and many of them have no experience at all. ”

They were careful not to get stuck in the waterholes on the ground, so as not to get stuck in them and get mud on their feet.

"The main problem was that there were about 100,000 wizards coming to see the Quidditch World Cup, and of course we couldn't find a magical arena that could accommodate so many people and not be discovered by Muggles.

There are some places where Muggles really can't get in, but imagine how we could possibly cram all 100,000 wizards into Diagon Alley or Platform 9 and 3/4?

So we chose this deserted swamp and took all precautions against Muggles, and the whole ministry had been busy with it for months. ”

Ginny interjected, "Then why not choose Hogwarts, where the dragon farm is so big and hidden enough." ”

Mr. Wesley glanced at his daughter and replied with a smile, "Not Hogwarts, there are big events going on there this year." ”

George and Fred were about to ask Mr. Wesley what kind of activity it was, but they were out of the fog-shrouded area.

A huge wooden door towered in front of them with a welcome sign that read "Welcome to England".

Behind the wooden door, there is a cluster of small stone houses, so new that even the corners of the stones are not polished and smooth, and they are piled up like this.

Clark and the others looked into the distance, barely making out that behind the small stone house, hundreds of strangely shaped tents were being erected up a large sloping gentle slope to the black woods on the horizon.

"Arthur, then we'll go first." Diggory and his son said goodbye to them and walked to the field assigned to their house.

Clark and the others also walked to the small stone house, where a Muggle man was standing.

Mr. Wesley chatted with him, wanting to buy a map of the camp and get the exact location of his camp.

In the process, Mr. Wesley gave the wrong Muggle coin, much to the suspicion of the Muggle.

Fortunately, a wizard from the Ministry of Magic came down from the sky and gave the Muggle an Oblivion Charm, which allowed Clark and the others to get out easily.

"Why would they let a Muggle be in charge of such a thing," Hermione asked Clark curiously as the group laboriously navigated between two long rows of tents, "this is a clear violation of the Wizarding Secrecy Act, and the repeated casting of the Oblivion Charm can cause permanent damage to a person's memory." ”

Faced with Hermione's righteous and stern accusation, Clark didn't know how to answer, and then Mr. Wesley on the side quickly explained, "No way, the ministry is really understaffed, and no one wants to do something like this." ”

Clark knew that this latter sentence was the point, and for wizards, watching the gate was simply overkill.

Hermione wasn't very happy with the reasoning either, but she was soon attracted to the strange tents around her.

Most of the tents in this camp didn't seem to have anything out of the ordinary, and it was clear that their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible.

But there must not be one or two who have gone overboard, and have added chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes to make them indecent, very strange.

Of course, there are always one or two normal people who like to be unconventional and unruly.

There were a few tents, and at first glance you could tell that they were magical.

In the middle of the camp, for example, there is a tent that stands out.

It was very extravagant with a large amount of striped silk cloth for the tent, almost like a small palace, and there were a few live peacocks tied to the entrance, and Clark knew at a glance that this was the tent of the Malfoy family, because he had seen them in Malfoy's manor.

Then they saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers beside it, like a fortress.

A little further in, there is a small garden in front of the door of a tent, with a birdbath, sundials, fountains, etc.

With such a strange tent, it was like a tent fair, and it was no wonder that the Muggle who was guarding the door was suspicious.

"Always," said Mr. Wesley, with a smile, "when we get together, we can't help but want to show off." Ah, here it is, look, this is ours. ”

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Wedley, apparently the person who wrote the sign had made a mistake.

But Mr. Wesley didn't seem to care much about that, "This place couldn't be better!" The field was on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't have been closer. ”

He said happily, taking his backpack off his shoulders and pulling out a tent from inside.

"Alright, let's set up the tent first. Strictly speaking, no magic is allowed, and since so many of us are on Muggle soil, we have to build it with our own hands!

It shouldn't be too difficult...... Muggles are like that...... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start? ”

He had asked the wrong man, Harry had never pitched a tent before, and the Dursleys never took him out during the holidays, preferring to leave him with the neighbor's old lady, Mrs. Figg.

Fortunately, there were also Clark and Hermione on the scene, and with the two of them's minds, it was easy to figure out where the struts and screws should be.

Eventually, with the help and guidance of the two Clarks, a slightly crooked tent was quickly erected.

But in Harry's opinion, the main question now is, how can there be so many of them squeezed into this small tent?

By this time Mr. Wesley had fallen on all fours and had slipped into the tent.

"It might be a little cramped," he exclaimed excitedly, "but I think everybody can squeeze in." Check it out. ”

Harry bent down and slipped under the tent curtain, his jaw dropping in surprise.

Instead of a small space in a tent, they saw an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and kitchen!

Only magic can fit a small house into such a tent.

"Oh, it's only temporary." Mr. Wesley rubbed his bald top with a handkerchief and looked over at the four bunk beds in the bedroom, "I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor fellow, he suffers from low back pain and can no longer camp. ”

However, Harry was still very strange, even if the tent was enlarged by magic, it still couldn't accommodate everyone, after all, Charlie, Bill, and Percy didn't come.

Clarke, who seemed to see his doubts, smiled at him, and then slipped into the bedroom next to him.

When he came out again, he was already carrying a suitcase that looked very familiar.

"Why did you bring this here?" Harry leaned over to him and said happily, "If there is this, there is no shortage of places to live." ”

Clark tapped him on the shoulder, motioning for him to keep quiet.

At this time, Mr. Wesley was taking out the kettle and two stew pots they had brought, and told Ron, Harry, and Clark to go outside the camp to fetch water, and to tell the rest of the people to go collect firewood and prepare to make a fire outside.

Clark took the opportunity to take Hermione and them outside the tent.

"We can't open another space item in a space that has been cast with the Traceless Stretching Spell cast."

As he spoke, he placed the magic suitcase in the open space next to the tent, and then he didn't know what mechanism he had touched, and the lid of the suitcase began to flip and grow larger, like a Transformer, and quickly turned into a small cabin more than two meters tall and ordinary looking.

When Mr. Wesley came out and saw this, even if he didn't approve of the use of magic items here, he had to let it go.

Harry and the others quickly went in to visit the cabin, and found that it was still the original spatial layout, and there was nothing different about it.

Fortunately, there are finally enough rooms for them to rest.

When everything was cleaned up, Clark took the lead, with Hermione, Harry, and Ron, carrying the kettle and saucepan, and prepared to cross the camp to get some water.

The sun had just risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and they could not see the end in sight.

The four of them slowly walked through the tents, looking around with interest.

From time to time, you can see some adult wizards coming out of their tents and starting to make breakfast.

Some of them sneaked a peek around, and then stretched out their wands and lit the fire; Others were silly striking matches, with a skeptical look on their faces, as if they thought it wouldn't work.

Three African wizards sat in front of a thatched tent and talked solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something like a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat chatting and laughing, and between their tents hung a gleaming banner: Yin Falmorny Academy of Magic.

As soon as he saw this, Clark remembered Bruce Stewart, a transfer student from the United States before.

Although the last attack on the dragon farm may have been done by the US Magic Congress, the British Ministry of Magic did not condemn the US side for the lack of evidence.

Therefore, this Yinfalmorny transfer student still stayed at Hogwarts and did not leave because of this.

Of course, at this point, the school chose to keep him instead of driving him away, and it is not enough for outsiders to have any plans behind it.